This morning, like every other morning (or noon, depending on wether I have to get up early or not), I was standing in my bathroom, doing my morning stuff, thinking my morning thoughts and feeling the morning chill that came crawling in through the old bathroom windows.That’s when I heard it…
It came from my right, from a cupboard in the corner. A small, kinda sliding sound. Since the bathroom cupboard is where I store all sorts off mess that doesn’t seem to have a natural place anywhere else in the house, I thought something had just fallen over in there, or something. But then it came again, with more scratching this time. And it wasn’t from inside the cupboard at all, but from the wall behind it. That’s when I realised that it had to be them. They’d returned. It was... The Mice.
Every autumn The Mice turn up. They come in through the basement, I think, and so far, there’s been no way of stopping them. As we speak, they’re probably eating through the new insulation as if it was a woolly snack. Why can’t mice just stick to their natural habitat (laboratories or Disney World) where they belong?
I’d get a cat if it wasn’t for the fact that the dog would eat it…
I’d get a cat if it wasn’t for the fact that the dog would eat it…
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I used to have them by the ton this time of year at the cottage. But I found where they come in, cemented it over and now I have to kill way less of the critters. Feed 'em poison. I'm sure the cottage walls are insulated with dried out mouse corpses.
Mouse corpse insulation cracked me up this morning. I have coffee literally coming out of my nose. Warn me next time.
Actually, I did feed them poison about three years ago. Then they started to die inside the walls and floors. Mouse insulation stinks like... I can't even describe it. I can't even remember it properly. It's like when your brain blocks out the memory of pain, only with smell.
It's a measure of my devotion to your blog that I even made it through any part of this discussion I have huge rodent issues and would just pack up and leave if I lived alone and a mouse moved in. Luckily, Trusty Groom now saves us from all things rodential. I'm a wuss. You're being vewy, vewy brave.
You can put that thing on my plate too!
Jocelyn - I'm truly impressed
Viking - Which one? The dog? 'Cause she'll bite you back.
Ah, mice! I have an aunt who used to get up on a table and scream if she saw a mouse in her house.
But what's worse is when a rat gets into the house. When I was still living on the farm with my parents and some siblings, I once woke up to a scratching noise in my bedroom. I turned my light on to see what it was and I saw a rat scurry out of my room into the hall way. No way was I going back to sleep knowing there was a rat loose in the house. So I woke up an older brother and we both got our work shoes on and tried to stomp it. But the rat was too quick for us. Finally, Dad heard the commotion and got his bird rifle and shot it. Then I could sleep again. :)
Stomp on it? Won't that be... well... messy? You might have had to get new shoes, or something. Althought I don't know how big a mess it is when you step on a rat. I've never really tried. That's an experiment for another day, I think:)
Choochoo, these are farm work shoes which walk through all sorts of dirt and droppings that I won't describe here. ;)
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